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 Around a year, To be found the count, Yes, there be left, And left there be found. To find it lost, There falls a toll, There rings Peter's... [read more] |
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The wide green pastures, of long forgotten herds, The time thereafter, conscience claims unheard. The fatalistic mi... [read more] |
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Doubt fall below, Metre by inch you delve, Or on verge climb, Well undone and do return, Cautioned with shovel, Eagered by pick, Leapt, jump... [read more] |
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Walk on, Walk on, Roll off, Walk on. [read more] |
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They spoke of injustice, And questioned greed; No agreement to isolation, Unyielding - the creed. They all came to dinner, And invited disp... [read more] |
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A faint murmur in the blessed bosom, Is not the tremor of unready days, More the thought of her distant ways, That time doth allow the uncer... [read more] |
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When the sunset comes, And we look back, To the days and years done, That we have to re-track. Do we hang our heads, And curse the events,... [read more] |
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It twists and turns and zig-zags at times, This beloved gift I call my life, And sometimes I stray from my winding path, But with a hop, ski... [read more] |
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It is nearly again the day when, I was brought into this world, But again I can only hope, What will surely unfurl. Yet I shall wish for pe... [read more] |
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A little often goes a long way, But a lot some say is truly great, But I have found when sitting down, That a lot of me is spread around. Y... [read more] |
 by Jeph Johnson On the way to Café Lena, after disembarking the 72, on the corner of 82nd and Foster, close to where my former... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson I'm trying to awaken alone again alive only in misery but my eyes are sewn shut must I move to get up? I feel... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson evening's long shadows drive butterflies away chasing them off in wild disarray... so eager their passion to bea... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson Twelve, chicken pox and drinking lemonade For himself Jack makes a name In the box, of all trades I go back to st... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson Her vision fashions rainbows I have yet to dream, but when I close my eyes a darker side's revealed. Her description... [read more] |